Lyrics:

A Big Question Posed To Me Daily On The Street
many Want To Know The Reason Why
i Am A Rastaman

many People See I, Many People Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
many People See I, Many People Ask
why Am I A Rastaman

it's Because Of The Babylon And The Situation
it's Because Of The Babylon And The Situation

when I Was A Boy About 8 Years Old
there Was A Certain Rastaman
and He Love All The Childen
and He Treated Us Like A Man

even The Little Children That No One Cares For
he Called Up Everyone
and He Gave Us Fruit And Treated Everyone
with A Special Love

many People See I, Many People Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
for He Taught I The Love
to Give To Everyone

many People See I, Many People Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
there Is No Better Way To Express My Love
to Each And Everyone

one Saturday Morning
a Special Thing Happened To This Man
here Come Mr Babylon,
he Take Away The Rastaman

to The Root Of Him Herb And The Meat Of Him Fruit
and Throw It In A Van
and Straight Up Brother For A Trillion Years
i Never See The Rastaman

they Took Him To General Penitentiary
and Then Send Him Back As A Valid Man
but That Could Not Change Him His Mind Was Not In Prison
was Only His Body Man

many People See I, Many People Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
no Matter What The Battle Be,
i Still Have Jah In My Hand

many People See I, Many People Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
how Sweet The Name Of Jah Jah Sound
to Every Righteous Rastaman

and The Same Old Rastaman
told Me Pounds, Shillings And Things
would Come Out Of Circulation
and We Would Use A True Bird, Man

and I Have Seen, Seven Years After That
it Was No Use Man
donkey, Horses And Cross Keeper
trodding Upon He A Penny Man

everyone See I
everyone Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
i'm Here To Prove And To Testify About Prophecy

everyone Who See I, Everyone Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
john The Baptist, Marcus Garvey And Christ €“
they Was A Rastaman

everyone See I,
everyone Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
i Vowed The Vow Of A Nazarite And I Canâ´t Be No Otherwise Man

everyone See I,
everyone Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
i Love My Brothers And I Sisters And I Can Not Give Up A Tall Man

brother Brown, Brother Chris, Brother John, Brothers Stand Up Man
i Use To Hear Them Beat The Drums And Sing
there In The Forest Land.

everyone See I
everyone Ask I
why Am I A Rastaman
i Love The Beat Of The Nyahbinghi That Call The Creation

everyone See I,
everyone Ask I...